I have always been open about my struggle with recurrent miscarriage. Earlier this year I had my fifth pregnancy loss. To carry is beautiful, and to lose is to climb the highest mountain only to fall with nothing to hold onto.I feel the notion of hope comes with a light that shines bright, and it takes only a moment for the light to be stolen by the cruelty of night. – by Miriama C.T.

This piece was inspired by the cruelty of love. Yes, love can be cruel. By Miriama C.T.

I yearn for clarity. I long to feel at ease with my mind. This month, if i was still carrying I would be giving birth to my child. Instead, I’ve had three miscarriages and it is a daily struggle to overcome the sadness. So, I write. Hoping that within this writing process I will find clarity. I know I am not alone in these thoughts and that is somewhat comforting.

For my birthday last month I was gifted this beautiful typewriter from my best friend.

I have fallen in love with the stroke of every key which has further ignited my passion to write. I’ve named him, Bash. A few of my latest pieces are to follow, however I post my writing daily on Instagram at instagram.com/curly_miri

Starting back this week: ‘Thursday Treats’ and I’ll introduce a new category called ‘Stranger Saturday’, curious? You’ll find out more on Saturday.

In 2012, I started writing online via WordPress after my Mister snapped this photo of me on our coffee date. Curly Miri became an outlet for me to write and overcome my battle with depression. A lot of my writing is derived from experiences in my first romantic relationship with a man from the age of 16. I left New Zealand to live with him in Washington, fast forward I’m now happy to be back in NZ.

I have now extended my writing to Instagram. I love meeting new people, and I cherish the relationships with amazing souls I have met in the writing world. As an example, I wrote a blog post about moving into a new home and a reader sent me a painting for our home all the way from New Orleans! You can find the beautiful work of Nancy Wolfe Kimberly (Gator Girl Art) here.

At times, I fear that allowing you to roam in the realm of my thoughts is a vulnerable gesture on my part. However, it is the genuine connections that you establish with my words I am most grateful for. Thank you for supporting my writing journey. Much love to you all.

In addition to my blog and due to my roaming nature I will post pieces of my original writing on Instagram & Facebook. Of course curlymiri.wordpress.com will remain my main arena for writing. Feel free to follow me as my mind wanders in a realm of love and laughter extended to Instagram.

The only photos I have when I was pregnant were taken in Samoa at Matareva Beach.

I run wildly in this forest of deception, never halting, bleeding endlessly as I search for your beating heart. I am cloaked in the mirage of your beauty. I look for you amongst the trees, beyond the horizon and in the distance I see your smile. The purity of your essence, now lost, captivates me, paralyses me and I can no longer run. I am unashamed of my yearning for you to return to my womb. I succumb to this melancholy as it covers me in the torn remnants of your love.